I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

"So, this is how it’s going to be."

Fig stomped on the pedal and took out the pistol from his suit pocket. Now that he wasn’t sandwiching the sedan, he could fight. Primo’s eyes went wide because the moment Fig held the pistol, the cars that were initially tailing them drove off the road as he shot their tires in one try.

"Oh, wow." Primo cleared his throat and held his rifle securely. From his position, he confidently moved half of his body out of the window and sat on it. His feet were inside the front passenger seat, propping his rifle over the hood of the car, and just randomly shot those cars that they drove past.

Meanwhile, inside the sedan, Dragon furrowed his brows when Fig suddenly drove away from them. He flinched back to reality when a thud came to the driver’s seat. Turning his head, he saw Heaven hitting the window with the back of her sword, forcing herself in.

"What is she doing?" he whispered, furrowing his brows, knowing this window was too thick for it to break so easily with a bullet, let alone by brute force. "Doesn’t she control this car? She could’ve just asked Joker to roll down the window..."

Dragon trailed off as his brows arched. "Hah... don’t tell me..." The corner of his stretched from ear to ear as he set his glowing eyes on the steering wheel. When he twisted the steering wheel, it moved.

"Hah..." he grinned. "I knew it. That woman is all talk. Too bad. I —"

"Stop it!" Suddenly, Hera jumped from behind and wrapped her arms around the seat and his neck. "I won’t let you!"

Dragon clenched his teeth and grabbed her arm, but alas, she held her arm in a way that even a grown man wouldn’t easily get free of.